Page 62 of Scrimmage

“Not to bruise your ego, but I didn’t remember until we got here." She snickers. “Shit really does come full circle. I had scratches from the bark on my back for weeks. I had to sleep on my stomach like a weirdo.”

“I’d never been rough like that before.”

“What?” she screeches. “No wonder you’re so obsessed with me. I really was your sadistic awakening.”

“I’m not obsessed with you.” I roll my eyes. “Although, I’ll admit you’ve got top tier pussy.”

“Why, thank you. It’s my best asset.”

I can't help but to try to hide a smile. “You’re really fucking good at pong, too.”

“Just full of compliments.”

My heart is beating out of my chest. All I can think about is when I had her pinned against that tree trunk and fucked her. She had put my hand around her own throat that night. Thunder rumbles in the distance, promising to rain down hell, and I don’t even care. Something comes over me. I pick up Ashland by the hips and shove her toward the dock.

She flounders and drops the bottle into the water. “What the fuck?”

I shove her again until she’s against the weathered beams. The sand is gathered here enough for me to stand and I hold onto her, pressing her against the splintered wood. It’s not the trees, but it’ll do. I can’t hold myself together long enough to drag her out.

“Why did you ignore me earlier?” I demand.

“I already told you. I’m trying to have a good time.”

“Cut the shit with Barnes.”

“Who?” she asks innocently.

If it’s at all possible my level of rage increases. “He was rubbing his dick all over you.”

“I don’t remember. There've been so many of them.”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

“Hm." She purses her lips thoughtfully. “Doesn’t ring a bell.”

“Fucking Three Second Chance.” That’s the rumor anyways.

“I’m pretty sure people with benefits, which we aren’t even in agreement about, means that I can do whatever I want, when I want,” she argues.

“I texted you, and you gave me the middle finger.”

She laughs, high and shrill. “Oh, I see. You’re butt hurt because I’m not falling all over myself and drooling. I didn’t realize your ego was that fragile.”

“You are such a filthy fucking slut."

By the look on her face I can tell she’s excited. I’ll bet she’d be soaking wet with or without the lake. I picture my palm on her cheek and hand around her throat. I know there's something wrong with me, but she likes it all, too.

“It’s not my fault that I love dick. Barnes doesn’t have a bad one either.”

“Stop saying his fucking name,” I warn, my hand moving to her collar bone.

“Compared to you he’s a little smaller, but his personality makes up for that one inch difference.”

Whack!The sting in my palm is harsh, but the moan she makes is fucking worth it. Her lids are hooded from the slap, and I can’t think straight. “Don’t fucking talk about him.”

She swallows, and I already know she’s going to push the envelope. “And I’ll bet he doesn’t come early like a middle school boy during his first jerk off session.”

Whack!My hand lightly rubs circles on her cheek. “I told you, slut. Don’t fucking talk about him.”

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